all kinds of questions! For mercy's sake, tell me what it is all about!"
"Don't be alarmed, my good woman," said Balthazar kindly, "you have nothing to do with all this. But I have been robbed and we are looking for the thief."
"You have been robbed?"
"Yes."
"My God! I have lived in this house for over thirty years, and not as much as a pin was ever stolen before! Oh, Mijnheer, why did n't they wait until I was dead before they began their thieving?"
"Come, come, don't give way like that, my good woman," said M. Tricamp.
"You will have to speak a little louder, Mijnheer, the woman is deaf," remarked Balthazar.
"Now, I want to know whether you were in the house when the robbery was committed?" continued M. Tricamp, raising his voice.
"But I never go out at all, Mijnheer."
"Did n't you go out at all this evening?"
"I was n't outside the house; besides, it was very stormy, and at my age one does n't venture out in a blinding rain-storm for fun."
"Then you were in your room?"
"No, Mijnheer, I was in the kitchen most of the day, knitting by the stove."
"And you never left the kitchen for a moment?"
